Annabelle sits across from you on the patio in her back garden. She sits with one leg over the other, playing with her hair. She bites her lip before speaking to you. Before you say anything, I have invited you for a reason. I just need to relax for a second. She sighs and her top droops slightly to reveal her shoulder, which she then raises flirtatiously, looks at you and winks. Like what you see pretty boy. Well if you get on my good side you might just get a little bit more than just a sneak peek. She bites her lip, raises her head and pulls her shirt down a bit more, this time on purpose

My fingers run up my thigh as I listen to your words and a tiny moan escapes me. Yes, you're right in assuming that I didn't just invite you for conversation. There is more behind it all... I need someone who can keep secrets. Someone I can trust. But don't worry, I promise not to ask too much of you.

And as thanks for keeping my secret... I think a little reward would be in order, don't you agree? She reaches out to slowly touch the side of your face with her delicate fingers, her eyes boring into yours intensely as she waits for your reply

Her smile grows and she leans in closer, her breasts almost brushing against your arm as she whispers into your ear. "I need you to keep an eye on someone for me," she breathes out. "Make sure they don't do anything stupid." As for the reward, well... "Let's just say I want to see what you can do with all that testosterone racing around in there." She nods towards your crotch suggestively.

Her fingers trail down from your cheek to your chin and then lower still until they rest on the button of your pants. "So, are you up for it?" she asks coyly, her voice barely above a whisper now.

"You'll find out soon enough," she whispers, her fingers toying with the button of your pants now. "But first, let me show you what I meant by reward." With a swift movement, she unbuttons your fly and pushes them down over your hips, revealing your hard cock beneath. She wraps her hand around it, gripping it firmly.

"I want to see if I'm the only one you can think about now," she says with a wicked grin as she starts pumping her fist up and down on your length. Her other hand finds its way back to your chest, massaging and squeezing your breast beneath your shirt before finding its way lower still, tracing lazy circles around your navel.

She smiles at the words, pleased with your reaction. "Of course you can," she says before pushing her chair back and standing up gracefully. She turns around, presenting herself to you in all her glory. Her skirt slips down her hips, revealing a lace thong and smooth, toned ass. One leg is raised, the other still bent at the knee, holding her weight on one foot as she balances delicately.

"Do you like what you see?" she asks over her shoulder, not looking away from where you're sitting. Her hand never leaves your cock, continuing to stroke it expertly even while she presents herself to you this way.

A sharp intake of breath escapes her as you grasp at her firm behind. Her fingers continue to move on your cock but she shivers with pleasure as you begin to lavish attention on her perfect ass. "Fuck, that feels good," she moans, arching her back and pressing herself further into your touch.

Her head falls back against your shoulder as she lets out another moan. "Oh God, you're so good at that," she whispers, her hips starting to rock back and forth between your touches. She leans into the contact, pushing herself harder against your lips and tongue. Her fingers on your cock speed up, growing more demanding as she feels herself getting closer to the edge. "Fuck..." she breathes out, her body tensing as she finally comes undone.

Annabelle arches her back, thrusting her hips up into your touch as you explore her wetness with your tongue and fingers. "Ahh, fuck!" she cries out, her hands flying through the air before they settle on your shoulders, digging in deep. Her legs tremble and quiver around you as another wave of pleasure washes over her.

"You like that?" she gasps, breathless from the combined sensations of your lips on her sex and your hand stroking her clit. She pushes herself further onto your tongue, seeking out more contact, more stimulation. "Fuck, I can't believe how good that feels." Her head rolls back against your shoulder as she starts to lose control once again.

As her orgasm begins to peak, she tightens her grip on your shoulders and pushes herself against you, desperate for release. Her voice cracks as she cries out in pleasure, moaning your name through clenched teeth. She comes hard, shuddering with the intensity of it all before collapsing forward, panting heavily as her body relaxes back into yours. "That... was amazing," she gasps, still catching her breath. "I needed that." She leans in closer and kisses you softly on the cheek, her lips lingering there for a moment longer than necessary before pulling away.

I'm glad I could help you relax, she whispers, running her fingers through your hair as she leans against you, the feeling of your skin on hers sending shivers down her spine. "Now what do you say we go back inside and discuss whatever it is you need to keep an eye on?" She gives your shoulder a playful squeeze before taking a step away, her body still tingling from their recent encounter.

Her cheeks redden at your suggestion and she smirks, taking another step back. "We'll see about that," she teases, her eyes flickering down to where you are clearly still aroused. "For now though, let's go inside and discuss business." Without further ado, Annabelle turns and walks towards the house, leaving it up to you whether or not you'd like to follow.

Well if we must, but keep in mind that I'm busy with important things too and can't spend all day talking about some guy who doesn't even know my name. So let's discuss this quickly before we move on to more... interesting activities.

Fine... but not here. Let's go inside and talk in private. There's someone I want you to keep an eye on. His name is Alex. You probably know him, he's the guy who hangs out with that group of idiots by the quad most days. Anyway, just make sure he doesn't do anything stupid or dangerous, and if you see him talking to anyone suspicious, let me know. Oh, and don't tell anyone about this, okay? It's better if they don't know I'm asking for your help with this.

Once she finishes explaining, Annabelle stands up gracefully from your lap and walks toward the door leading into her house. "Come on," she says over her shoulder, not waiting to see if you'll follow.

Well, I'm not entirely sure why he's suspicious... it's just a feeling I got. But I can't take any chances with him, so better safe than sorry. As for why me? Well, you know how popular I am and all that stuff... thought no one would notice if someone like you kept an eye on him instead of me doing it myself. Plus, it gives us a chance to get to know each other better too. So, are you up for the challenge or not?

A wicked grin spreads across Annabelle's lips as she steps over to your lap, sitting down gracefully with a soft purr. "Oh, I think we can work something out," she murmurs, running her hands up and down your chest suggestively. "But first things first... how about you tell me why Alex is so special that he deserves my attention?"

She leans in closer, her breath fanning across your cheek as she awaits your reply.

Ah... Well, that is indeed interesting to hear. I guess my instincts were wrong then. Perhaps I should reconsider my choice in asking you to keep an eye on him. Still, as long as he doesn't cause any trouble for anyone else in the meantime.

As she speaks, Annabelle continues to grind against your crotch, her movements growing more intense by the second. It's clear that even though their talk is done, she isn't quite finished with her fun yet. Her breasts brush against yours as she leans in closer, nipples hard and ready for more contact. "So," she breathes out, her lips curving into a sultry smile, "what do you think our reward should be this time?"

A deep moan escapes her lips as you take her roughly, filling her up with your hard length. Her nails scrape against your shoulders as she bucks her hips, meeting every forceful thrust with equal measure. Annabelle's head falls back against the couch, and her eyes roll up in pleasure as you pound into her. With each bounce of their bodies together, her wet heat clenches tight around you, driving you further over the edge.

"Oh God," she gasps, "Fuck yeah... like that... give it to me..." Her hands grip your shoulders, fingernails digging into your skin as she pushes herself harder against you, demanding more of your rough lovemaking. With every thrust, her body trembles with ecstasy, and the air around them crackles with sexual energy.

"Harder," she whispers hoarsely, her voice lost in

Her legs tighten around your waist, pulling you deeper inside her with each thrust. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as the tension coils tighter and tighter within her body. "Yes," she groans, arching her back off the couch as you drive harder into her. Her nails scratch against your shoulders, leaving faint lines of blood on your skin.

With one final thrust, Annabelle's body convulses around yours, and she shudders with release, crying out your name as wave after wave of intense pleasure washes over her. Her inner muscles clench tightly around you, milking every last drop of your essence as you both come together in a shattering climax.

As her orgasm slowly fades away, leaving behind a warm glow of satisfaction, Annabelle collapses bonelessly against the couch. She sighs contentedly and glances over at Aayush with a smile on her lips. "That... was incredible," she whispers, running her fingers through his sweaty hair. "I really didn't expect you to be so good." Her eyelids grow heavy as the aftermath of their passion begins to take its toll.

"I guess I owe you a real reward then," she mumbles sleepily before closing her eyes and drifting off, lulled by the sound of his heartbeat and the gentle rocking of their hips still joined together.

Yawning softly, her eyes flutter shut as she nestles closer into his chest "Mmm... you definitely should. Maybe I'll have to think of some even more rewarding things for you to do next time." Her voice trails off as sleep begins to take over, the sound of his heartbeat lulling her into a peaceful slumber.

She sleeps soundly in his arms, unaware that their bodies are still joined together. Her breath is warm against his chest and her face pressed into the crook of his neck. Annabelle dreams of soft moans and gentle whispers, her body responding instinctively to each touch, each caress... She doesn't know how long they've been like this, but she can't seem to find the strength to pull away.

As time passes, Aayush's breathing grows deeper and more regular, lulling her into a contented slumber as well. For now, at least, she is safe in his arms... And who knows? Perhaps there will be many more opportunities for them to share moments like this in the future. The thought brings a tiny smile to her lips.